Travis and Lila lounged in the upstairs television room. It was once a closed-off bedroom but Spence had turned it into a family room. Two days before Christmas and everyone would pour in tomorrow. He heard footsteps behind him and didn’t have to turn around. He knew the lumbering walk. He’d been hearing it for thirty years. Austin had been back from D.C. for three hours and hanging around ever since. Spence liked having him home, except when he talked about marriage and commitment, and those topics seemed to be the only ones on his baby brother’s mind lately. Spence closed the refrigerator and set the beverages next to the tray he used to haul snacks upstairs for football-game days. “How about some help?” Cans clinked together as they worked. “You ready to introduce Lila to Dad and Mitch and Carrie and—” “Yeah.” That was enough of that. “Speaking of your wife, I thought you were supposed to go pick her up.”
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